Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse-Chapter 697 - 693 How to put it, it’s man-made

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"Old Xie, who are all these people? Are they here to see my big belly? Wuu, my little feet are so sore from standing too long. Are they all bullying me because I’m pregnant? I don’t know who lacks such decency, wanting to watch a drama without minding the fuss, turning this place into a theatre. Let’s go, quickly help me back to Yan’s place—"

Yan Jinsu’s face slightly pale, she glanced disdainfully around her and spoke with full contempt:

"Tsk tsk, it’s rare for me to step out, and first I’m intercepted like being punished to stand and forced to acknowledge relatives, then I have to be watched and pointed at like a monkey. What unforgivable sin have I, Yan Jinsu, committed, to attract such attention? So unlucky! Every time I encounter her, it’s like I’ve had eight generations of bad luck."

Yan Jinsu’s volume wasn’t low. Many who had come to ’watch the drama’ got a retort from Yan Jinsu, making their faces look ugly, and feeling a mix of laughter and tears inside.

No wonder she, the pregnant woman, was angry. Compared to Yan Jinxian, who acts like a delicate Little White Flower, seeing Yan Jinsu with her belly protruding, her little face only slightly pale [she was actually fair-skinned], made her appear much more vulnerably real.

After all, Yan Jinsu’s big belly was right there for all to see, obviously garnering more sympathy than Yan Jinxian.

As she passed by Yan Jinxian, Yan Jinsu let out a low sneer and mockingly said in a volume loud enough for Yan Jinxian to hear, "Oh, right, my man doesn’t pick up worn-out shoes!"

"You!" Yan Jinsu’s words clearly revealed that she saw through Yan Jinxian’s wild ambitions, which made Yan Jinxian extremely embarrassed, her pale face filled with tears as she watched Yan Jinsu walk away with her husband.

She could also hear Xie Jingchen’s deep voice tenderly coaxing his little wife:

"Wife, my main lady, don’t make jokes like that! In this lifetime, I, Xie Jingchen, will only have you. And, don’t listen to such old women’s words, it’s not good for the baby’s education..."

Such words? Old women?

Yan Jinxian wasn’t deaf, and hearing Xie Jingchen’s words clearly, she was infuriated deep inside: She, dignifying him with her attention, and this man dared to despise her?

If Yan Jinsu and Xie Jingchen knew about Yan Jinxian’s ’only I am honored’ mentality, they would really die laughing.

Xie Jingchen helped his wife back to Yan’s side, instructing her to be careful, and to not let miscellaneous people come close to his third sister-in-law.

He hadn’t noticed anything amiss when Zhou Zhenghui came looking for a way out and had the butler invite him over, leaving him anxious about leaving Yan Jinsu’s side.

Now, he had to seriously think of a way to prevent his wife from getting pregnant again. If it weren’t for her being pregnant, Xie Jingchen would still have some trust in his wife’s ability to protect herself.

But the issue was, Yan Jinsu really couldn’t afford to take any damage right now, let alone the crack in the Soul Crystal in her brain, just the three little Baobaos in her belly were enough to cause Xie Jingchen great worry.

On the other hand, after leaving Yan Jinsu’s side, Fan Hongshan sent a servant to fetch her husband.

She waited not far away, watching the male servant bow slightly behind Zhou Yilang, whispering, and subtly pointing in her direction when her husband inquired.

Fan Hongshan saw her husband nod, showcasing a gentleman’s grace at once, especially when his typically sharp eyes met hers. There seemed to be a moment of astonishment, then he smiled faintly, said something to the young master and approached her like a meteor streaking across the sky—

If she didn’t know that this was her own husband, Fan Hongshan would almost have believed in that sudden surge of tenderness and affection in her husband’s eyes.

However, it was all fake.

Fan Hongshan snickered in her heart, no one knew better than her because she was his pillow mate, she knew that the gentleness on the man’s face at this moment was just a performance.

"Madam, what’s wrong?" Zhou Yilang approached Fan Hongshan, his large hand naturally cradling her slender waist, subtly revealing his possessiveness.

Looking at her in dark green which indeed carried a scholarly aura, out of the corner of his eye he saw a few men sizing her up with covert glances, their eyes filled with the astonishment of spotting prey, which made him uncomfortable.

"Sir, I’ve noticed something, I’m not sure if I should tell you about it."

Fan Hongshan hesitated after her husband came over, afraid that Zhou Yilang wouldn’t believe her, but she couldn’t keep it to herself either, she glanced unsurely yet still spoke slowly.

"What is it? Come, let’s go to that corner to talk," Zhou Yilang said, wrapping his arms around her, assessing their surroundings before leading her to a secluded corner.

Holding his wife all the way, he politely nodded and greeted people he knew. The intelligent gleam in his eyes also took the time to scan the environment, once sure there were no eavesdroppers, only then did he stand in front of Fan Hongshan, shielding her entirely with his body.

His voice slightly deep and muted, "Madam, what have you discovered? You can tell me now."

Fan Hongshan was unaware of the slightly flirtatious atmosphere forming between them, and after some thought, decided to tell the truth. After all, it was about a human life, and considering Yan Jinxian’s unscrupulous actions, which had already crossed her bottom line—it made one feel the woman was mentally disturbed.

"Sir, it’s about your younger brother’s illness. Just now, Mrs. Xie noticed something odd about your brother’s condition. Ah, how should I put it, it’s been tampered with." Fan Hongshan said softly, barely whispering those last words.

Since she couldn’t be sure whether it was Yan Jinxian’s doing, Fan Hongshan could only put it this way. Although she had sensed from Yan Jinsu’s words that her younger brother’s illness was entirely Yan Jinxian’s doing, but could she say that?

One has to be responsible for what they say, without evidence, how could she make baseless claims? Even Yan herself had not openly named anyone, but instead had given her a subtle reminder.

This was a matter of character. Yan Jinsu, although having grown up in a rural area, was more likeable and worthy of protection than Yan Jinxian, who grew up in Beijing.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yilang’s eyelids drooped, looking at his wife’s direct gaze and nodded firmly in response, "I will have someone look into it. Don’t worry, I’m here for you."

Fan Hongshan was stumped by her husband’s words: What was there for her to worry about? She was merely reminding him out of humanitarian concern, worry be damned.

"Right." Fan Hongshan nodded perfunctorily, saying to her husband, "As long as you know, that’s all there is. I won’t bother you any longer."

"Not at all," Zhou Yilang said, noting the puzzlement in his wife’s eyes, a trace of defeat flashing in his: Was this young woman still thinking about that past incident?

He sighed deeply in his heart: A misunderstanding that had lingered between them for eight years, how could it possibly be so easily resolved?

And recalling how Fan Hongshan, when taking her medications, always had an impassive face, even when he was changing her prescriptions, he never saw her question him, just blindly compliant—

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